Sunday, 20 June 2010

Wasp Your Face In My Sink

I've had this image in my head recently, of a man with jars embedded in his chest, full of wasps or bees or something? Y'know? And and and he's, like, unscrewing the jar, and the wasps/bees are flying out, and they have human faces, and the guy is like all "Oh I am loving this" as he convulses with pleasure, and he's not noticing that it's hurting him, like, a lot? Yeah? One day I might draw this? Or make it into a song, as I began to do on a wander earlier on in the day.

Are we still cool?

Can we still hang?


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